The day i first met her
She moved along like a timed slide show
With grace and chaste in her stride
Swinging her hips like a desert Carmel
And stepping on the ground like it hurts.
That’s when i first saw her.
Meeting her was a dream come true,
Speaking to her was like melting the snow.
Her voice like the ocean singing low
With no turbulent waves to alter the flow.
That’s when i first met her.
Touching her was like food to a pauper
Her skin smooth like a silk wall
Her body soft like sheep wool
That’s when i first touched her.
Holding her in my arms,
Being with her all my life
…was never imagined
For it never happened
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Of Old Sat Freedom on the Heights poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Михаил Кузмин – Выздоравливающей
- Lord God Have Mercy On Me
- The Perch by Seamus Heaney
- Владимир Высоцкий – О знаках Зодиака
- A Paralell Between Bowling And Preferment by William Strode
- Альфред Теннисон – Годива
- Ballad Of The Press-Gang At Shihao Village by Du Fu
- Sea Dreams poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Address To A Child During A Boisterous Winter By My Sister by William Wordsworth
- Blue Moles by Sylvia Plath
- Ruth by Thomas Hood
- Behold, from the land of the farther suns by Stephen Crane
- Fragment
- Кондратий Рылеев – К Фролову
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
